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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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HELLO! How are you? Anyways. Can I request a Genya!Reader? And maybe the gods and humans reaction to Genya!Reader and his brother Sanemi and his past, and like how he eats demons to gain his strength. Maybe his backstory and how he died and stuff. Please and thank you! ❤

-You don’t do crowds or teamwork, unless it’s with your mentor, Gyomei, you prefer to work on your own, relying on nobody but you and your trusty gun, your tool to take on demons instead of the more traditional bladed weapons.

-You weren’t afraid of change, of advancing, times were changing, and demons were growing stronger, so you believed it was time to fight power with power.

-You would eat pieces of demons, usually fingers, to gain their power, to give yourself an edge. You didn’t care about the risks involved, all you cared about was defeating the demons, no matter what the means.

-The other fighters in Ragnarok were a bit thrown off by your gruff nature, your unwillingness to play ‘team’ with them, all you cared about was your upcoming match. You rejected all offers of joining meals from everyone, even Kojiro, whom you knew and respected, but still refused.

-Adam was concerned about you, seeing your aversion to joining the other fighters, as you all had the same goal, saving humanity. It was nothing new for you, you lived and died saving others, fighting demons, so fighting a god wasn’t going to be a big surprise to you.

-Kojiro sighed softly, looking towards the door you had just exited out of before a voice spoke up, “Where’s Y/N?” attention all turned to a similar looking man, with facial scars and white hair, your elder brother, Sanemi.

-Kojiro told him where you had headed off to and he went off to go and find you, as he didn’t want to lose you again, wanting to be the big brother he’s always been for you.

-After inquiring with Brunnhilde, she told the other fighters for humanity about your past, both you and Sanemi, how your mother was turned into a demon and killed all your siblings, nearly killing you and Sanemi as well, before Sanemi was able to kill her. You didn’t know at the time of her death that she was a demon, not understanding why your big brother killed your mother, cursing him and telling him that you hated him.

-As you grew, you both became Demon Slayers, with only Sanemi becoming a Hashira, and you grew in power by eating pieces of demons, losing your life in the end, reconciling with your brother as you died.

-The two of you were reunited in Valhalla, the two of you having a proper apology, in the form of a fist fight at first, then hugging each other as you both bawled loudly. Ubuyashiki spent almost an hour calming the both of you down.

-Brunnhilde then told them your secret, that you treated others harshly to keep them at an arm’s distance, not wanting o get close to them, not wanting to lose them too. You were protecting your heart from more pain by acting so harshly.

-They then found another secret out about you; you and your brother were weak with women! When Sanemi brought you back into the waiting room, Brunnhilde approached the both of you and you were both immediately red faced, looking away from her. For a pair of tough guys, you were both quite adorable.

-Your opponent was quick to underestimate you, which pissed you off, before you inhaled deeply, remembering your mentor’s teachings, to keep a calm head, as a hot head would lead to mistakes.

-Sanemi cheered for you, shouting out pointers, but after you got hit after taking his advice you shouted up at him, “Stop helping!!” Sanemi got pissed off, biting back, “If you followed my instructions you would have hit him!” you flipped him off, shouting at him and the fight was put on pause as Gyomei had to hold Sanemi back as the two of you shouted at each other like vicious cats.

-You were going to win, because your big brother had a knuckle sandwich with his name on it.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #genya #sanemi #ror kojiro sasaki #ror brunhilde

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 11 months

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Lesson Eight

Loki finally agrees to let you start your 'physical education' with Brunnhilde, but something is still holding you back from exploring your full potential...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

The rain didn’t let up the next day, so you awoke to the same pitter-patter against the ground by your window that you’d fallen asleep to. Yet, it was a touch that stirred you awake: Loki’s gentle finger brushing a piece of hair away from your brow.

As you fluttered your eyelids, the first thing you saw was his kind demi-smile, which suited him as much as any of his sly, Cheshire Cat grins. He was sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, barely dressed, with the black fuzzy robe he’d borrowed from Ivar last night hanging off of his frame so loosely that his entire chest was in your face. He looked like slumber had evaded him most of last night.

You, however, had slept like the dead. The sound of the rain was rejuvenating, and you could feel energy reappear within you as consciousness returned.

“Good morning, kitten,” Loki crooned quietly.

“You…weren’t watching me sleep just now?” you asked hesitantly.

He shook his head. “Goodness no! I just wanted to make sure I healed your ankle before we lost too much time today. We’re going to see Her Worship after you take some tea, to begin your…physical education.”

You snickered. “I thought that was what this was,” you snarked, indicating the bed and Loki’s bare chest.

“The mandatory side of your physical education,” Loki emphasized. “The ex-Valkyrie will train you in a small bit of sword and dagger. We both came to the conclusion after yesterday’s events that you will need it.”

Nodding, you maneuvered to sit up, leaning back against your pillow and the headboard, your gaze went over to the bedside table, where a tea tray was laid out, the spout of the two-cup teapot still emitting steam.

“Oh, thank you,” you muttered, the drowsiness still fogging your senses. Based on the mild scent in the air, the tea was some kind of herbal infusion…floral?

Loki turned back the blankets, exposing your swollen ankle. “That looks like it hurts. I take it you don’t move around much in your slumber, or I would’ve heard the cries.”

You bit your lip. “I only really feel it when I wiggle my toes like this,” you demonstrated, wincing at the sharp pains you felt. Your doctor nodded.

“I must admit, my healing seidr is merely passable on a perfect day,” he warned. “When you study a subject so reluctantly, it’s simply natural to allow the details to escape your memories. It may take a few passes of magic for your leg to fully recover, but leaving it be for twelve hours will make it easier.”

“What are you going to do?” you asked, your voice becoming weak with apprehension. Loki smiled reassuringly and put a hand on your shoulder, affectionately pressing his forehead to yours and speaking in a whisper.

“It won’t hurt, I promise, little one,” he insisted. “What is the point of magical healing if it releases the same pain as a physician’s knife?”

This made you sigh, assured, choosing again to trust the God of Mischief.

He examined the injury for several moments. “I don’t believe it’s broken. You wouldn’t be able to move your toes as much as you demonstrated for me just now. However, just because it’s a torn tendon or twisted muscle doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous if not properly looked after. Drink your tea.”

You reached for the teacup, pouring a small bit, and took a sip, immediately going to fill the cup further. The tea was exquisite, probably the best you’d ever had. The delicate taste of the flower or herb was light, but the liquid was still rich and revitalizing as you slowly savored it.

Having looked up for just a moment, Loki looked happy that you were enjoying your tea. “That Asgardian Rosebud tea. For a flower so widely used in Asgard’s cuisine, it’s quite small, and only the buds are used to spice our food, for they become toxic when fully bloomed. In tea, it is known to lessen inflammatory symptoms, and the taste is like nothing you’ll find here.”

“It’s delicious,” you said. “No need for sugar!”

The god went back to examining your ankle. Then, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Ready?”

You put the emptied teacup aside, the hot drink giving you more energy, with just enough confidence to nod your head.

Nodding back, Loki summoned his green magic. “You’ll feel a bolt of chill, as if you were standing on a block of ice. It won’t be painful, but you may feel uncomfortable for about thirty seconds. If it works, it will instantly feel as good as new. If it doesn’t, I will only need to try again in a few minutes.”

Before you could answer back, Loki shot his magic into your foot. As promised, it almost felt as if you’d stepped onto an icicle, and the bitter cold of the ice froze you from the inside. It was moderately uncomfortable, and you gripped the sheets as you coped. When it ceased, the pain from your ankle was a lot less noticeable, but a slight twinge was still there.

Nodding and re-examining the injury again, he groaned and rolled his eyes. “Norns, I have been out of practice too long.”

“No, it definitely helped,” you replied, demonstrating by moving your foot in a slow circle, at least until he gently grabbed it and lowered it back to the mattress. “I don’t think I’ll limp much, but trying again would finish the job for certain.”

“Doing this two times in quick succession might freeze your muscles, or leave frostbite on your skin,” he explained. “If you think you can walk, I will let you leave the bed, and make another pass tonight before we retire.”

“Okay sir!” you said with an optimistic smile, giving a mock salute, making your teacher chuckle. “Oh, and by the way,” you continued, “I understand that you’re my guide and mentor throughout this whole ordeal…but would you really have FORCED me to stay in bed? I mean, there’s dominant, and then there’s controlling…”

Shrugging, Loki answered, “Well, no. But I would have scolded you profusely for refusing to take care of yourself. Maybe I would have decided to punish you after you fully recovered.”

Biting your lip to hide the thrill of the idea of Loki taking you over his knee, you instead re-focused your attention to another topic. “What are we going to do if they come back?”

“We’ll be ready--”

“--no, I really mean it!” you interrupted. “Being able to touch someone to death isn’t exactly going to be helpful against a gun, Loki!”

“I know!”

“Then what am I supposed to do besides swing a sword?” you asked, your voice laced with frustration and fear.

“Perhaps we could teach you to project it,” he mused, getting up from the bed. “It’s an advanced concept that we likely do not have enough time to fully develop with you.”

You bit your lip nervously. “I don't think I want to have that kind of ability,” you mentioned. “Being able to kill with a blink? No, that’s too far. No living being should have that much power.”

Loki looked at you with fascination. “I haven’t encountered too many creatures in my wanderings who feel the same as you do. I suppose you’re right,” he agreed with obvious hesitation. “But what do you suggest as the alternative?”

“You got me there,” you replied solemnly. “Maybe today we will forget about the magic and just teach me how to throw a knife or something?”

He looked up and out the window again. “Not a great day for training outdoors. She has a gym in her home, but it’s also in a basement, so it will hardly be enough room. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ivar showed me how to attempt to cook this breakfast food called ‘porridge’ and I need to see if it’s ready…”

Twisting your lip skeptically as Loki left you, you looked around your closet of a room. “But how could Brunnhilde train in any way in a space this size?”

As it turned out, you didn’t have to worry much about the gym. Brunnhilde had some magic over the basement of her cabin, making it nearly five times the size, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three walls, the fourth wall holding all manner of target, some clearly used through. While the wooden floor wasn’t polished or new, it was smooth and free of dirt or slivers. It even had a smaller room off to the side with a shower and storage cabinet. Underneath the targets was where the King stored her weaponry (and empty whiskey bottles).

“I should have known Asgard had some kind of TARDIS magic,” you mumbled in awe. The King was pleased with your amazement.

“Oh, I didn’t do this,” Brunnhilde brushed off. “But it’s great when you want to swing your arm without hitting a wall.”

With Loki’s approval, you’d worn your leather gloves today. “You’re getting very good with control, but I imagine you may still be a bit shaken after yesterday’s ‘mishap,’ and so I’ll permit them today so that you may focus elsewhere.”

You were grateful. Sometimes it was as if Loki knew your mind. For as much as he claimed not to have particular mind-reading powers (as long as he wasn’t connected to something like the scepter he’d used in New York), it often felt like he still acted on your heart’s orders deliberately.

“So, which do you think you want to start with?” asked Brunnhilde, gesturing to the wall that displayed various swords, daggers, and axes. Cocking your head, you weren’t sure which one looked right. They all looked intimidating.

“Shouldn’t we be using guns like they have?”

Loki immediately shook his head. “Where’s the dignity in that? Guns are so crude.”

Even the King looked like she agreed. You, however, still weren’t convinced. “Being elegant will work very well to keep you alive when you’re bleeding from the bullet wounds in your chest.”

Brunnhilde went over to the weaponry wall and began analyzing the instruments in her mind. “They’d see a gun arsenal as an intent to fight.”

“I mean, they intend to fight us, so that’s what I was thinking would happen anyway,” you grumbled at Brunnhilde.

“Are you swifter or stronger?” she asked.

You’d never really thought of it before. “Honestly? I never excelled in either,” you admitted sheepishly. “I always told the coaches in school that I had my period.”

Loki looked at you as if he were analyzing you the way a computer would. “Give her a throwing knife,” he suggested. “I get the feeling she’s got better aim than power.”

Over the following hours, Loki and Brunnhilde were able to set aside the worst of their differences in order to teach you some elementary basics of knife-throwing. It wasn’t exactly second-nature to you, but by the end of the day, you at least knew how to hold one, and the proper way to flick your wrist when throwing it. You’d even managed to hit the target a few times.

Much to both your excitement and dismay, Loki was entirely in mentor’s mode. He was in an almost unrealistically serious way as he demonstrated for you, followed by molding your hand over the knife’s handle, showing you the proper way to hold it. You were getting to be a better listener since being in New Asgard, but now that you were opening up to him, it was getting harder to resist getting lustfully intrusive thoughts out of your mind while he was around.

Around noon, you took a break, and Loki went off to find something to eat in town, leaving you alone with Her Worship, who wasted no time getting to the bottom of things as you went for a sip of water from a bottle by the target wall.

“Have you screwed him?”

You nearly choked on your water. “Hu--UCK!--uh?” you coughed.

“Neither of you are good at hiding it, and I’m sure he thinks he’s hiding it perfectly,” Brunnhilde rolled her eyes as she spoke. “I think you’re both mad. How many times have you fucked?”

You shrugged. “Only once.”

“So far,” the King replied. “But why?”

Because he’s hot, and he rides me like a stallion.

“It’s a way to get out any inhibitions we have around one another,” you explained before lowering your voice. “...he actually took my virginity when we did it.”

“And he actually gets you off?” Brunnhilde smirked tauntingly. “He doesn’t just take care of himself and fall asleep after?”

Your eyes widened as you nodded, as if it were the most obviously affirmative answer to any question. “He’s a good lover!” you giggled.

“Not that you had much to compare him to,” the King answered with a wink, making you shift awkwardly in place. “Oh, don’t worry,” she quickly added, “I don't think I can get wet for anyone who goes for the Loki type.”

Loki chuckled as you told him about your conversation with the King that night. You’d gotten into bed and complained that your ankle was sore from the day’s exertions, even at half-intensity. In response, he prepared another pass of the healing spell, and this time, after the uncomfortable cold nipped at your leg, there was no indication that you’d ever been injured. You could do ballet en pointe on that foot.

“It isn’t fair,” you muttered, twisting your ankle in circles without a hint of any leftover pain.

“What isn’t?”

“You can heal people. I only kill them,” you said woefully. “The one time I did something better, it was probably an accident that I’ll never be able to repeat--”

“--please, and I mean this: stop looking at death as a bad thing. Otherwise you will never learn to accept who you are. Not completely.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Well, excuse me if coming to terms that the end of everything lies at my fingertips is a bit more of a challenge than previously assumed,” you reasoned, the spot on your hand where Loki’s lips left their imprint tingling.

Your teacher thought for a moment. “Then we’ll take our first field trip,” he suddenly suggested. “Tomorrow night is the full moon. It will be perfect timing, but we will need to be quiet in order to get there.”

“Field trip?” you asked curiously.

Nodding as the plan unfolded in his head, clearly exciting him, he explained. “Death usually finds you first. Let’s seek it out in turn, for a change, and make it our friend.”

You groaned. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard out of your mouth yet.”

“Oh no, kitten, this is the stupidest thing you will hear out of my mouth: tomorrow night, I’m going to take you in a cemetery.”

You shot him a bemused look. “You’re going to take me to a cemetery?”

Shaking his head and chuckling, Loki leaned over to kiss your brow. “You misheard me. I said I’m going to take you…IN a cemetery.”

I am away for my birthday, so sadly there won't be another chapter for at least a week, bear with me! PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT! Thanks!

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trofysisters · 11 months

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Thank @elvisgrace for tagging!

1. are you named after anyone?

No. My father wanted to name me Brunnhilde, after the Valkyrie in the Nibelungen poem. My mother wanted to call me Polina. They agreed to give me a name consonant with the patronymic - Lydia.

2. when was the last time you cried?

I rarely cry. Basically, I cry when I miss my father.

3. do you have kids?

No. I'm not sure that the child will be happy in this world.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don't recognize sarcasm well, so I don't use it myself.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I played volleyball as a child.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Eyes.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. There is too much pain in the real world.

8. any special talents?

As a teenager, I wrote stories for friends, drew. Now at work I create the necessary legends from a set of facts.

9. where were you born?

Leningrad. Now it is called St. Petersburg.

10. what are your hobbies?

I walk, play Sims 2, sometimes collect Lego.

11. do you have any pets?

Yes. Two sister cats that I took from the basement 9 years ago.

12. how tall are you?

1,73 meter.

13. fave subject in school?

Biology. I even wanted to become a geneticist.

14. dream job?

I like my job.

15. eye colour?

Brown.

Tagging @serenasims, @ladyvenerasims, @ledyanoykrolik, @edyavtostopom, @madfeary, @sims4littlebird and everyone who wants to take part.

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valkxrie · 5 months

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❛ are there any traditions you have for the holidays? ❜ Mr. K brings Valkyrie Brunn some Mission made hot chocolate.

@silverjetsystm | from this meme (accepting)

She's cleaner than she was before; and less hopped up on adrenaline. Like a cat, she's settled into the sofa. Like a cat, she watches the inside of the house to find any signs of it watching her back. They seemed to be friendly with each other; though, Brunnhidle was still openly cautious about the fact that the house had a personality.

Still, she offers Mister Knight her thanks and takes the mug from him, attention returning to the man and away from the interior design.

""We have a lot of holidays, and a lot of traditions." Her smile curves with the rim of the mug, taking a slow sip. It was good. Mission did well. "Yule is twelve days of feasting, songs, games, dancing, banquets, drinking, gift giving..."

It was beautiful too. All lights and fires burning sweet cedar. Good food, good rest, and good people. Most of the time. Those on Earth who practiced similar traditions did so to banish spirits and make sacrifices to the gods. But she was a spirit. She was, at least to some, a god. And she took no sacrifice and was afraid of no light.

"It is a sacred time - not belonging to the old year or the new year. It is funny, sometimes, to be here and see pieces of the tradition played out. You even have a song Twelve Days of Christmas."

Brunnhilde kept her gaze on Mister Knight, steady and surveying. "What about you? What is your Holiday tradition?"

#silverjetsystm

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armylily · 1 year

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Chapter 11: New Job

~(Y/N) POV~

I feel like I should regret speaking to King Odin's firstborn son with my chosen tone of voice...

But I don't.

He should've taken the hint that I'm not interested. I walk towards the stairs and I hear heavy footsteps behind me. Maybe, he can take me home..no. If he's here, that means he is either on a mission or in battle. He looks to be finished with a mission, as he bares few wounds. Plus, he is most likely looking for a woman to lay with.

I shake my head and continue onwards. I felt a large, calloused hand grab my left wrist not tightly but enough to hold me in place. Now I do not like being touched at all, much less being grabbed by someone that is trying to sleep with me. So I do something that I am still very proud of to this day.

I grab his wrist with my right hand, pull my hand out of his grasp and elbow him in the stomach. After he ducks forward from the impact, I jerk my elbow into his chin and he falls back. As he fell down, I massage my elbow, now feeling numb.

He's propped on his right elbow while rubbing his chin. His bottom lip was bleeding but not profusely. He looks at his marked hand, looks at me, and smirks. My stomach feels weird, being under his gaze. But my scowl grows at the sight of his cocky face.

I set my right foot on his chest and lower down to look closer at his face. I then set all of my weight onto my foot and he groans.

I finally spoke in the same dark tone as before, "If you dare touch me again, you will regret the day you ever laid your eyes on me. I am not a whore you can pay and lay with. Do not think at all that you can use your status and looks to slip into my clothes."

His eyes dilate at the end of my threat and he nods slowly. I move my leg off Thor's chest and walk off. As I unlocked the door to my room, I hear my stomach growl with hunger. I wrap my stomach with my right arm in pain and breathe heavily a few times. I have not eaten ever since the battle with Hela, I'm surprised I have not fainted.

I debate about eating, as I was used to the small amounts of food that were given at the training camp. I sigh in annoyance at myself and close the door. I'm sure that Thor had already left the inn so I continue walking down.

I walk to the bar and ask the man, "Do you have any food with you?"

The bartender looks at me and smiles softly. "Yeah, do you need some?"

His tone was very....soft like he was speaking to a lost child. I will admit I'm lost but his tone just made my cheeks red. Brunnhilde always spoke to me in that tone so it made my heart swell and I sheepishly nodded.

"Cuyler."

I hear him say as I look up at him with confusion on my face.

His smile grows as he says, "That's my name: Cuyler. But you may call me C if you prefer."

I nod in acknowledgment with a slight blush from embarrassment.

"So is that how you got it?" I ask with a lot of curiosity.

He raises his cut eyebrow in question.

"I meant your eye. Cuyler means archer so is that how you got it?"

He makes a face of realization and scratches the back of his neck. I smile slightly as it was adorable, like a puppy adorable.

"Yes and no. I was interested in archery when I was a young boy, but me being a young and idiotic boy, I didn't know how to use a bow and arrow. I held the arrow wrong and it flew back into my eye, causing me to lose sight. And my eyebrow is because of.." Cuyler pauses as he does a facepalm.

"Of what?" I was genuinely curious about this man, as I may as well get to know him as I'm staying.

He lets out a sigh and replies, "..my cat."

I look away from Cuyler, holding in a laugh behind my right hand.

He yells at me in a childish yet japing tone, "HEY, IT HAPPENS, ALRIGHT?!!"

I let out a few more giggles and apologize for my immaturity, not really apologizing for myself but for him. It's amusing to hear mistakes for such intriguing scars.

He hands me a brown bag of food, produce most likely. My dominant hand was about to grab my lunch when Cuyler snatches it up. I look up at him with an annoyed face, my stomach rumbling again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That was rather unfair of you, Madame. I answered your questions, you answer mine and I give you the food! Deal?"

I make my frown go deeper but sigh. I retract my hand and await his question. Cuyler smiles widely and giggles. Weirdo... He props his head on his right hand, looking at me in a daze.

"Where are you from? That is my first question!"

I raise an eyebrow but answer, "Asgard."

Cuyler's eyes widen and he freezes.

I pat his right cheek a few times and he yells, "YOU'RE FROM ASGARD??!"

I jump out of my seat and clamp my hand over his mouth.

"Will you shut it!?!", I whisper-shout. "Yes, I'm from Asgard. Adopted and raised."

I freeze and my eyes widen when I finish my sentence. I groan in annoyance and wait for Cuyler's reaction.

Huh?

I look up to see Cuyler with a sympathetic look on his face.

Here comes the pity shit.

"I'm sorry that happened, ma'am. I'm sure your guardian is an amazing parent." I sigh sadly in memory and nod.

"He is. I miss him dearly. I haven't seen him in 6 centuries. I'm not even sure he still lives.."

I feel a small tear fall down my (S/C) cheek, then I hear sobbing coming from the weird bartender. I look at him in slight worry and a lot of confusion

"Y-your sto-ory is s-so s-s-sAAAD!!"

I grab a handkerchief from my pocket and gently wipe his cheeks.

"You're making it seem like you've got a tragic childhood, Cuyler," I say with a slight giggle.

"Do f-forgive m-m-me.." Okay, he needs to chill his shit.

"I do, now please stop crying."

He blows his nose obnoxiously and tries to hand it back to me. I grab it with my thumb and pointer finger and throw it behind me. I pat his back until his breathing turns normal.

"I've only got three more questions now!"

"Name doesn't count."

"...what"

"You gave me your name by choice."

".......aight TWO MORE QUESTIONS THEN!!"

I giggle at his sentence and prop my chin up. "What's under the cape, pretty lady?"

I raise an eyebrow teasingly and also seriously. I look around to see no one but us so I don't mind showing Cuyler. I hop off the seat and walk backward. I smirk at his confusion and spread my beautiful wings out.

They knocked a few tables and chairs out of the way and almost hit the ceiling too. I look up to see Cuyler in awe at the new, bright sight. I smile softly and retracted them back under. I walk up to the stool and sit, waiting for his loud outburst.

Aaaaaaaand he fainted.

Cuyler falls to his right side, stiff as a board, and knocked two cups over.

I sigh and grab the bag of apples, now known by the feel. As I turn around, I bump into another broad and steel-like chest. As the apples fell out of the bag, I catch all of them before they hit the ground.

I sigh in relief but my face contorts into frustration as I look up at the stupid man that almost made me lose my lunch.

You've got to be kidding me.

Thor looks down at me with a wide grin and wide eyes. I look at him with so much confusion until he grabs my shoulders and shakes me while saying, "YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE VALKYRIE, (Y/N)!!!"

I feel myself getting dizzy with the shaking and push his hands off.

"What gave it away?" I ask sarcastically.

I pull off my hood to show my (H/L) (H/C) hair (matted/greasy/in knots). My eyes were slightly dull (E/C) with a small sparkle. My lips chapped but in their natural color. My face had a few bruises as well.

Thor loudly chuckles and said, "Well, I was watching you from the entrance and you showed the peasant your wings, and *snap* I immediately knew it!" I furrow my eyebrows in slight annoyance.

"What do you want, Thor Odinson?" I ask in a taunting way.

"I wish for you to join my team of warriors! You're actually one of my heroes, also my brother, Loki."

I look at him, process his words, and pause in my steps. It could help me get back home, but I'd be in his debt. But I'd be well fed and more known. But Thor is annoying.

I walk in front of the prince of Asgard and ask in a very serious tone, "What makes you think I would join you and your team? What's in it for me?"

Thor chuckles again and pats my left shoulder. I look at him more angrily and he laughs nervously.

He then says, "You'll be more known as Guardian, warrior angel of Asgard!! You'll be fed, loved by many, and you'll be in my team, of course, I'd say that's the most important."

I look at him with a 'really, dude' face and he sighs.

"I can make sure you see your father again."

"Deal."

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